Nikon Poems - Poems about Nikon

...I kept the inner workings, kept the plastic furniture while it cracked into multidimensional bones. I kept (in part), the whir of its mirroring mind. Of course, the viewer has dimmed out not......

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...Like my innate need for eating Walking, sleeping, and waking Photography seemed inborn in me. My heart and mind could make it free. Clicking photographs of black and white With a Click-III, a ca......

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...Late in the afternoon, long shadows drive in-roads, between paths of sunlight. Got my Nikon on. Locked and loaded. The white tail just came too close, got him! Man did he fly when he heard......

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...The stock of the rifle is hand-selected walnut. I dust a beautiful porcelain lady. My Nikon needs to be taken out of its case like a coal black memory. I pick up a quartz crystal, put it t......

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...Ever since I bought the Nikon, I have learned that people were as much a shadow of the sun as a tree is a personification of an inverted waterfall, they all get washed-away never fully develop......

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...Ever since it came to me my Nikon has been doing stupid things. It has hung from cliff edges just to capture an image of a small lizard I could have photographed in my backyard. Its gazed at c......

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...The stock of the rifle is hand-selected walnut. I polish it with a soft cloth and occasionally use linseed oil. I dust a porcelain lady twice a week. She does not need my attention, but I give......

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...The vision came to me as I was sitting in a contemplative state Oh Allah the vision did not have the scent of bait. Within and threw the clear smoke I saw the vision of my future mate. The prese......

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...I waited all morning for some kind of wildlife to come near enough for a shot. My Nikon camera was set on her tripod, and I had been purveying the woods I felt moose staring at me and I thought if ......

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...I kept its funnel-cloud eyes. I kept the inner workings. Kept the plastic furniture while it cracked into multidimensional bones. I kept the whir of its mirroring mind. A shutter undrapes sh......

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...The stock of the rifle is hand-selected walnut. I polish it with a soft cloth and occasionally use linseed oil. I dust a porcelain lady twice a week. She does not need my attention, but I giv......

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...Photographs Moving pictures Talking pictures TV Motion pictures Records 45’s, 33’s, Cameras and film Colored photographs Cassette tapes Colored TVs 8 Track Tapes Video cameras VH......

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...Why am I drawn to this scowling girl selling her poems in a Shinjuku underpass? Every Tuesday she is here, next to a Nikon ad, threatening commuters with her cyclostyled angst. Busy peopl......

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...Black Violets-n-Pink Roses, God revealed his self 2 me, somehow like he did Moses, like the Sun is to the Earth, I’m so important, sales from transported Columbian Cain, done provided me with a major......

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...It is December 31, the last day of the year. The nighttime sky is dark, but quite clear. In Times Square, there is a lighted ball. The New Year arrives when it makes its fall. Despite the freezin......

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